You contain her within your limits
You exploit her to her very essence
You leave her to die
But come back when you need to survive
You build walls around her to conserve her
But who will protect her from you?
You restrict her very nature
You pollute her, and call her impure
Your chains make her
A dying disaster
She flows through you
You know her love, but not her wrath.
The storm – The flood – The hail
But she will not end alone
And you will not kill her, it is your need.
She will break free from life
And there will be no one to save you
Because she is no more
And neither will you be .